| I was in a rush this morning to get in to work not because I like work, far from it but I was expecting an important phone call. Five minutes from home and I realised that I desperately needed the bathroom. Should I turn back or make a run for it, I made a run for it, and was reminded yet again that when in that situation the nearer you get to the point of relief, the more desperate you become. Of course the traffic was building up and moving as slowly as it possibly could, and I swear that people were looking at me through their car windows, smirking and deliberately getting in my way.As I turned into the car park I saw that a white van driver had stolen my parking space. I made a mental note to let his tyres down at the earliest opportunity, but eventually found a spot some seventy miles from the main doors and run key in hand to let myself in. By now sweat had broken out on my forehead and my blood had run cold, it’s the same sort of feeling a prisoner in the dock gets when the j... |
